Early one morning during the second week of February, as I unrolled a bale of hay, I heard the weak little bawl of a newborn calf. There, in the edge of the woods, stood the tiniest red calf I’d ever seen, seemingly crying for its mother.https://www.farmprogress.com/commentary/shaky-the-calf-may-be-small-but-he-s-mighty?NL=WFP-01&Issue=WFP-01_20220603_WFP-01_122&sfvc4enews=42&cl=article_7_3&utm_rid=CPG02000008134788&utm_campaign=68130&utm_medium=email&elq2=2725fa8635c2476e960c5618cf55b174&sp_eh=fa4c5a9f6558e8315d03961b48ed51c472abd90080ea57a89515bab2aa8a9023fa4c5a9f6558e8315d03961b48ed51c472abd90080ea57a89515bab2aa8a9023&sp_eh=fa4c5a9f6558e8315d03961b48ed51c472abd90080ea57a89515bab2aa8a9023
